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My friend Bill and I were sitting in Goldberg’s, sharing a bagel and war stories. Both of us are recently retired from that newspaper on Marietta Street and still trying to figure out what we’ll be doing with the rest of our lives.

We toss around a few of the options – airline attendant, junior executive, stocking clerk at Kroger or cashier at QT. Bill adds the “f” word – freelancing. It’s about then that we decide we should be in a bar instead of a southern-fried deli in East Cobb.

Inevitably we find ourselves staring blankly at one another, the same thought bouncing around our minds – what happened?

On this particular day in mid-summer, the rich, pungent aroma of lox, corned beef, pastrami and stuffed cabbage wafting about, I had the answer. In fact, it was in an envelope on the table, hidden underneath a scattering of poppy seeds, bagel crumbs, a bit of gristle from a fatty piece of corned beef and a tiny schmear of cream cheese.

I pushed aside my plate, grabbed the envelope and pulled out an essay I had recently written. I shared my words with Bill. Now I share them with you.

Somewhere on the journey through life, about the time teens are making the inevitable transition to adulthood, whatever spark still remains of their spirituality is completely extinguished. For most people the tug of life’s race has become the main focus, the messages of childhood and the teenage years a constant reminder that now is the time to act.

Any effort to get quiet and look inward is sabotaged by the desire to move ahead, and the fear of being left behind. College needs to be completed, first jobs found, relationships cemented. The race is finally about to start and distractions are for losers. Problems are ignored, internalized. It’s time to play by the rules, to learn what works and what doesn’t, to take care of business, to get ahead.

And then the starter’s gun fires. The frenetic pace quickens.

College is completed. There’s medical school. Law school. Maybe a master’s degree in business, or a doctorate in physics. Maybe not. Early career opportunities take off or turn sour. Relationships blossom. First children are added to the mix. The honeymoon ends.

Cars are bought. The suburbs beckon. Mortgages are acquired. The pressure grows to remain focused, to work harder and longer, to buy bigger and more expensive toys – to win.

Occasionally while driving home, or on the weekends, or during an infrequent vacation, there’s an overwhelming sense of emptiness mixed with a wave of anxiety, feelings that can’t be identified. It’s all very troubling. But it all quickly passes.

It’s make or break time. Careers and relationships are on the line. There are major promotions, job changes, divorces, new marriages and more kids. New, bigger houses are bought. Old furniture is replaced with designer pieces, prints with serigraphs. There’s even talk about investing in original works of art.

Stocks and bonds are purchased. Term life insurance is replaced with whole life. IRAs are set up. Educational funds for the children are established. And the kids are growing up so quickly. They’ve gotten so big. Where the heck has the time gone. And there’s that nagging feeling again, that sense of emptiness mixed with a wave of anxiety. But there’s no time to stop, to examine, to get quiet, to look inward.

A trip to Europe is planned, but canceled when the big deal falls through. The mortgage is due. The car payment is due. The oldest kid needs braces. The carpeting is getting old and ratty, and the house needs a paint job.

The boss seems to be getting a little edgy. He’s pushing. There’s just not enough time in the day to do everything, to do anything.Things around the house are tense. Life has become mostly work and sleep.

And there’s that feeling. It’s persistent. It won’t go away.

Maybe a new outfit or suit will help, maybe a big dinner. Maybe a drink. Maybe something a little stronger. Maybe an affair with the woman at the annual buyer’s convention. Maybe another drink, another affair.

Then outside forces take hold. The stock market tumbles, then tumbles a bit more. The economy starts to waver and the media begins tossing around reports of a recession. Profits fall and the bottom line moves from black to red. Furloughs and pay cuts are discussed in corporate offices and, eventually, layoffs. The unimaginable seems possible, then probable.

If only there was time to stop and think and figure out the pain, and the loneliness. If only there was someone to talk with who understood what was happening, someone who could help. But there is no time, no options, no chance to just stop and start over. Because there’s nothing inside anymore. It’s gone, vanished, the price paid to play the game and win the prizes.

And then one morning after a night of pain and doubt and despair, a single ray of sunlight streaks across the darkened room and gloom of life, and miraculously ignites a spark deep inside.

The game is over, the beginning has finally ended. Hope is reborn into the world, a spiritual gift found just beyond the veil of human understanding, and you realize that you’re not alone.

Bill was silent for a few seconds. In fact, he didn’t speak for about a minute. Then he asked me if I wanted to split a prune danish and signaled for the waitress.

1. Billy Howard says:

   August 4, 2009 at 8:11 pm

   You said it brother.

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2. Pamela Gottfried says:

   August 4, 2009 at 8:55 pm

   Ron, I love this piece! I also feel a little depressed…off to hug my kids and thank God for my health. Keep on writing. You have a gift. Pamela

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3. Larry Feinberg says:

   August 4, 2009 at 8:56 pm

   Very good essay. I’ve experienced most of the beginning and still have more to go. I’ve had small glimpses of he spiritual gift and hope I can focus on it completely one day.

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4. Mike Copeland says:

   August 4, 2009 at 10:07 pm

   Dear God! I think you and your friend Bill must learn to embrace anxiety as excitement instead of fear. I realize you are a journalist, but is there no poetry in your life with which to fortify yourself?

   My grandfather, Bighandy, always told me two things were always true. “One, things can and always will get worse. Second, things can and always will get better. The only thing that really counts is timing.”

   To Ron in His Hour of Discontent

   Life is not a linear progression
   Indeed, it is, mostly, a relentless digression

   Even so, do we surrender to depre

   ssion

   or do we give life to abstract expression?

   How can we answer if not in the affirmative
   without embarrassing our previous determinative?

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5. Marcia Killingsworth says:

   August 4, 2009 at 10:47 pm

   Ron, this touched me deeply the first time I read it, and again tonight. Today was a tough day, and the timing of its publication is another example of your message. I’m so glad you’ve shared it so I can share it with my friends. Take care!

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6. Don O'Briant says:

   August 5, 2009 at 1:20 am

   Ron, your first mistake was seeking spiruality and wisdom from your fiend Bill. Bill’s a brilliant writer and thinker but he has no faith, he has no values. I’m glad you saw a ray of sunshine. Usually Bill labors in darkness. In Ireland, I saw hundred or rainbows. Beautiful, but didn’t do much for the economy.Being attacked by Brian Nichols made me focus on more important things. Sunrises, good sandwiches, kids, the ability not to get annoyed at things that don’t matter. Give your friends experiences they will remember. Travel, cruising the Amazon, relaxing in Provence. They won’t remember that you paid the mortgage for 30 years. They will remember a trip where they lost their luggage and were robbed by Somalian pirates.

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7. austin mcmurria says:

   August 5, 2009 at 8:16 am

   Why mistake?
   How enormously fortunate to have lifted the veil camouflaging “quiet desperation”.
   Thoreau lashed out at similar circumstance with gifted, yet abstract observations.
   Ron, your poignant descriptions, ironically breathe life into such high mindedness through stark realism.

   Often I have felt like the sole cartoon face smiling in an audience of tears (a la Charles Addams, or even James Thurber). So to me, your article was a gleaming illustration of the grand comedy we experience when we expect reward rather than punishment for good deeds.

   You eloquently illustrated ” a parcel of vain strivings tied
   by a chance bond together” – Thoreau only outlined it.

   Thanks for the color, man

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8. john schulz says:

   August 5, 2009 at 8:42 am

   “A man there was, tho’ some did count him mad,
   The more he cast away, the more he had.”
   — John Bunyan

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9. Charlie Hayslett says:

   August 5, 2009 at 4:03 pm

   A fine and thoughtful piece.

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10. Terri Evans says:

    August 6, 2009 at 10:39 am

    Sad to see that we all have so much in common. I was hoping it might be better for others. The litany in your piece seems a list of experiences that modern Americans share. Thank you for the hope and beauty at the end. On the other hand, it also reads like an outline for a season of Mad Men (so much for the “modern” American).

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11. Lee Hatling says:

    August 6, 2009 at 3:09 pm

    i love this! we all need to reaquaint ourselves with Hope on a daily basis.

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12. Myra Blackmon says:

    August 8, 2009 at 5:33 pm

    You hit the nail right on the head! Wanna go for a drink?

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13. Bill Hendrick says:

    October 10, 2009 at 12:07 pm

    I have no idea what ’spirituality’ is, unless it’s an emotional experience like the one I had in Israel when trying to talk about Gilad, the young, captured Israeli soldier.

    I do have a very good idea about writing….and you are very, very good at it. The mere thought of writing an essay whisks me back to English lit in 1967. I can write news, but I’m scared of trying essays.

    Keep them up. I think I might even feel this spirituality thing a bit when I read your stuff.

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14. Mary L says:

    November 17, 2009 at 8:45 am

    Thank you for this essay. I love your statement that the beginning has finally ended. Perfect way to put it. It does happen suddenly – at least it did for me.

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